Radio Listeners Find Me Attractive

Apparently I was named one of Missoula, Montana's ten hottest female bartenders by a local radio station.  And I won't lie, that shit is pretty damn flattering.  Personally, I like to think I'm not a fabulous bartender for the fact that I have the ability to look marginally attractive while mixin' up delicious adult treats in orange short-shorts, but because I'm legit as shit and have a fun, no-nonsense personality.  Seriously.  I am a firm believer that the money I manage to make has way more to do with my conversational abilities; the shorts are like a bonus.

Anyway, what I really want to know is:

1. Who the hell nominated me?
2. Why haven't I received a tiara or commemorative plaque?
3. Who the hell nominated me?

And while it's really surprising and flattering all at once, as a modest person who grew up with a self-image that would be best described as poor, I'm actually a little embarrassed by the whole thing.  As I somewhat alluded to above, I'm more about personality and inner beauty as corny as that may sound.  Perhaps that seems ironic or hypocritical for someone who makes a pastime out of parading around on a stage in a bikini, it's the honest truth.  Besides, the bikini part of what I do is really just a way to show off how hard I work my ass off; being fiercely competitive it's one of the best and only ways for me to make sport out of the hard work I put into myself.  When I get off the stage it's back to sweats, the gym and being a huge goofball who doesn't give a shit.  That's me.

I'd also like to point out that I'm one of only a few girls on this list that doesn't have a professional photo.  I'm not sure if this makes me more or less awesome.

But I graciously accept my title and await my prize.  There better be an damn prize.